Dira's Spire The Spire is as much of a "castle", if one can even call it that, as Dira grants herself. It is located in the center of the island, directly opposite the Watchtower. It is a tall structure, and the spiraling pattern of white and black on the outside makes it seem even taller. About midway up, there is a clock, or a group of them, on the wall. The faces of the clocks are visible in all directions, and it is these clocks that indicate the changing of the hour, ergo the irregular shifting of the island's geography. Dira's Spire is one of the few buildings that is always stationary. The inside of the tower is much larger than it appears to be from the outside. Ghosts and living alike linger in the stark room, although the ghosts easily outnumber those who are still breathing. There are Omens, numbers of them, throughout the tower. They are Dira's mysterious, ever-silent companions and the guardians of Black Rock. No one but Dira knows who, or what, they are, or even if they are alive or dead. Not even the ghostly denizens of Black Rock have looked under the cloaks and jackal masks that they wear to conceal any trace of identity. Some people say that while the Omens do not communicate through sound, but through gestures, when the message gets too complicated for that medium... they speak directly to one's mind. Dira is not always in residence at the Spire. An orb in the middle of the main level, floating high above the heads of guests indicates whether or not she is there. If she is present, it glows black. If Dira isn't around, the orb is merely a dull grey. At the opposite end of the great stone doors through which one comes in, is a broad, black door that seems to be made of obsidian. Once one goes through this door, rarely are they seen to come out of it. Two Omens wait by this door, one on either side, as still as statues. When one steps behind this door, they enter the stairway that leads to the upper chambers... where Dira, and sometimes Tanroa, await. The staircase moves once one steps onto it, taking the visitor upwards. Few speak of what goes on up there, what it looks like, or what awaits beyond the void... |